My CEO Husband Has Some Issues - Chapter 106 - Chapter 106: Chapter 106: What Department, Plastic Surgery?

Chapter 106: Chapter 106: What Department, Plastic Surgery?

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The nurses at the other stations saw the young nurse being harassed, while all they could spare were sympathetic glances, not daring to step forward and intervene.

“Where is your leader?”

Old Madame Jiang continued to rap on the table, hurrying them along.

The young nurse was both angry and aggrieved, her eyes reddening as tears threatened to fall. Suddenly, a hand landed on her shoulder, and a man’s flippant voice sounded in her ear, “Her leader isn’t here, but the deputy director of this pathetic hospital is. Old Madame Jiang, to what do we owe the pleasure of your visit to our hospital?”

Cui Jiangjing looked handsome and refined, with a smile still lingering on his lips, presenting the image of a carefree nobleman. Yet, his smile did not reach his eyes. Before Old Madame Jiang could reply, he added, “Why didn’t Mr. Rong accompany you today? The last time Mr. Rong paid a visit to my parents, they were not at home. It would be a good opportunity to meet my mother since she will be at the hospital today.”

That statement was loaded with meaning.

What he meant was, Rong Nanfeng had to act subservient in front of their family, waiting in line and hoping for their mood to be right to see them.

Old Madame Jiang, just a relative by marriage to the Rong family, dared to cause a ruckus in their hospital, even calling it pathetic, was she kicked in the head by a donkey?!

Old Madame Jiang usually loved to throw her weight around using Jiang Meiqi’s name, but when she encountered someone truly formidable, she caved faster than anyone else. Hearing Cui Jiangjing’s words made it clear she had hit a wall today. Awkwardly, she forced a smile, saying sheepishly, “Nanfeng has a meeting elsewhere today, I came by myself.”

Cui Jiangjing’s smile was all guise and no warmth, “Oh? Is the Old Madam feeling unwell somewhere?”

He thought she must be out of her mind!

She needed to see a neurologist.

Old Madame Jiang caught the mockery in his voice, feeling at once ashamed and enraged, yet she dared not throw a tantrum in front of him as she did earlier, “I’m not feeling unwell anywhere… It’s just that, my granddaughter seems to be staying in this hospital, I’m here to visit her.”

It was only now that she thought to bring up Rong Yan, using her as a pretext.

Cui Jiangjing raised an eyebrow, well aware of the connection between the Rong family and Rong Yan, as well as the less than pleasant deeds of the formidable old lady before him.

She came on her own to see Rong Yan?

Probably because the Gao family had run into trouble, and she wanted to get the full story from Rong Yan, right?

Though he understood clearly, he pretended ignorance, “Isn’t your granddaughter Rong Weiwei? She’s in the hospital? Which department? Plastic surgery?”

Plastic surgery!

That was quite the slap in the face! At this, Old Madame Jiang’s face turned an ashen hue but she forced herself to keep a straight face, “Heh, Deputy Director, you really have a sense of humor. My granddaughter I referred to is Rong Yan, not Weiwei.”

One named formally, the other with a term of endearment.

Cui Jiangjing felt he had learned something new, as this was the first time he’d seen a grandmother who treated her own flesh and blood worse than a stranger.

The mother-daughter pair of Jiang Meiqi sure were odd!

Poor Little Yan Rong to have ended up with them.

Rong Yan and Li Shenzxiao were secretlv married, which in his eves, made them part of their circle. There was a certain fault shared by everyone in their circle—they were fiercely protective! So when Cui Jiangjing heard Old Madame Jiang’s words, he naturally felt annoyed and shot back, “I wasn’t even aware the Rong family had another daughter. So the rumors are true? Rong Weiwei is in fact a child Mrs. Rong adopted from a close friend.”

Rong Weiwei is the child Mrs. Rong adopted from a close friend… Old Madame Jiang felt a pang of discomfort.

But what was even more discomforting was yet to come.

“Then why does she bear the Rong surname, not following her own father’s?

What was her original surname again?”